Ariadne knew precious little about medicine. But she had strong arms and an almost-strong back and she knew how to fetch and carry just as well as anyone else. Outbreaks weren't uncommon in the refugee camps back home, so she knew what to do. Even if this wasn't exactly like other outbreaks she'd seen before.

Throughout the days, she darted back and forth from the medical tents, doing whatever she could.

She had to admit though, it didn't feel like she was doing nearly enough. Or much of anything at all.

Cole was a surprising sight. And then not at all surprising. She was on her way with an armload of fresh linens when she saw him. And heard him too. Uncertainly, she took a few steps in his direction. She didn't want to disturb him, if he was reciting some kind of healing spell. But she listened carefully.